Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Index,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.